If we weren’t ourselves we’d probably be happy. Strip away the words, the smiles and all the contrived assurances of Ok-ness and this is what you’re left with. It’s not necessarily about ‘more’, but rather about ‘other’, ‘different’, ‘sooner’, ‘longer’, and on and on and on.
Because it’s easier being anyone but who you are.
Open up and say ahhh as they spoon-feed you all your papier-mâché beliefs.
Walter M. Miller Jr writes in one of his novels, “You don’t have a soul, Doctor. You are a soul. You have a body, temporarily.”
A sad realization as we often hate the one and completely ignore the other.